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... to her.

   "It seems to be some kind of treasure, but why have I never heard of it?"

   Seeing Zhao Meng’s reluctance to take out the divine seed Yunxin, he was not angry either,

  After all, the wealth is not exposed, and it is impolite to ask people to take out their treasures, so after a short pause, Yun Xin explained aloud:

   "The God Seed is very attractive to evil. If we use this as a bait, we can't say that we can stay in one place and wait for the evil to fa ...

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